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Imagine Building a Love
Blood is back, and in high form. We've been bonding these past few days, and I'll be sad to see her go. Alas, these things are bound to happen.
And I have been Imagining lately. Little things. Primarily, I imagine conversations. Imagine a lover. Imagine love.
There is a lot of warmth, almost a sickening amount. We are close. We hold hands and kiss in the rain; she pushes me against the stone walls that surround my building and kisses me, hard yet sweet, as the rain dampens our hair and jackets.
These are the things I imagine when I walk home in the darkness. A hand to hold, which squeezes slightly my hand.
And when I am bleeding, she feels more manifest, somehow. Like I can make this Imagined One from my own flesh and blood. Like I am some great creator, a chemist--alchemist, perhaps--mixing and remixing, building the perfect human; the perfect love.
My Cunt is a Builder; this is a source of Joy.